I Became a Scoundrel of a Chaebol Family

“It can’t go on like this.”

At the words of the party leader, connected via hologram, Choi Cheol-kyu furrowed his brows sharply.

“I’m just as cornered. If the party doesn’t move, how the hell am I supposed to stop that lunatic’s tyranny?”

“You’re a politician. Why are you trying to fight? You should talk. Compromise. Negotiate. That’s who we are—not people who fight.”

Words.

Those shiny, polished words—who can’t say that kind of crap?

Choi Cheol-kyu also wanted to talk, compromise, and negotiate, just like the party leader said.

But it takes two hands to clap.

When the other side won’t even play along, what kind of negotiation can there be?

“You call that talking? You’ve been briefed on everything going on, haven’t you?”

“Yes. I’ve received the full report. It’s a dire and urgent crisis. That’s exactly why I rushed to contact you—so you wouldn’t make the wrong decision.”

It was Choi Cheol-kyu who had reached out first.